Superman

Nick Frey lives in Washington, DC, and a single apartment near the Constitution Avenue.

When the sunlight shot into the window in the early morning, his body seemed to be a spring, and rolled over from the bed.

The right hand reached to the cabinet on the bedside, and pressed the alarm clock that was ready to make a harsh sound in time.

"Mom provokes Farker! You can't be late on the first day of employment!"

The young Frey said with a mantra, and quickly rushed into the washing room.

After spending ten minutes to complete his personal hygiene, he showed a white teeth in the mirror.

Put on an ordinary suit and comb your hair into an adult -you can omit the following steps.

When Fer was studying before, he found that he had the potential to become a black singer.

He once kept the explosive head, holding a electric guitar, and yelled at the activities held in community schools. As a result, he was almost blasted down.

Since then, Frey lost his dream of the singer, shaved his head to expand his hair like a cloud of clouds, and replaced with a refreshing inch head.

It is a pity that there is no rap (rap) in the current, and the prevailing is jazz music and rock music.

Otherwise, with Frey's racial talent, maybe he can become an idol.

"Come a hot dog! Remember to add spicy meat sauce!"

Frey hurriedly walked out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.

What he lives is a African -American black community, and the environment is not good.

The gangs are rampant, and there is always a bad smell in the corridor. There will be criminal incidents that go in and out of the room to rob or theft.

The only benefit is that the rent is cheap enough.

"You look like a lottery prize."

The stall owner handed over the amount of spicy meat sauce hot dogs. Obviously, this is special treatment.

When he was extorted by the gangs before, Feri helped to stop each other's behavior.

As the "bar" in the mouth of the gangster, he has a deterrent to those streets.

"Similar to that. Lubio, who is your favorite star?"

Fer took a bite of hot dogs filled with sauce, with a satisfying expression on his face.

"Betty Peggy! She is too sexy, I do it almost every day to her poster ..."

"Male! I mean male stars! Please, Rubio, I am not interested in listening to how you say how you get traditional crafts."

Frey quickly interrupted the other party. He also had a sexy poster of Betty Peggy at home, but at most, he looked at a few times before going to bed, and then strived to have a dream of dreams.

"Uh, probably Clark Gabber, I like his" One Night Romance "very much."

The stall owner scratched his head and talked about the male star. He didn't talk about the excitement of the female star, and he behaved calmly.

"Then you can think that I will meet with Clark Gabber immediately-work for my worship object, what is the difference between it?"

Between Furi's words, it shows excitement.

"Then I would rather China Lotto!"

The owner murmured, he couldn't understand Frey's mood at all.

The latter did not say much, he could not always make himself from being seen by Superman.

"I wish you a beautiful day."

Frey quickly ate the bitter breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog stall owner, stopped a taxi at hand.

"It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if there is any relevant subsidy."

With such an idea, Frey stepped into the gate of the SHIELD and just caught up with the nine o'clock punch card.

"Hello, I am Nick Frey."

In accordance with the guidance of the front desk, he took the elevator to the warehousing area of ​​the logistics department.

I have received two sets of work uniforms to prove their identity brand, as well as a gun with a gun and a fixed number of bullets.

Then, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and take the process to complete the process.

"Welcome to join the SHIELD, Ferri agent."

The management of the personnel department stretched out his hand to show a certain degree of goodwill.

"There is a task in the organization to give it to you."

There was a trace of surprise in Frey's eyes. He didn't expect to receive the above mission on the first day of work.

The working atmosphere of SHIELD is so strong and the working environment is so tense?

"Can I know what the task is?"

Feri asked subconsciously.

He is currently an agent at the intelligence department.

As newcomers who just joined the job, they usually adapt to a few days and integrate into the group before they will officially participate in various actions.

"You know it soon."

The management of the personnel department used enviable eyes to stare at Nick Frey, who was blank.

"This is a good thing that many people can't look forward to many people!"

Frey with doubt, follow the instructions of the other party, come to the underground garage of SHIELD.

A low -key black car turned on the headlight of "pop", shining on him.

The driver wearing a military uniform gave the key to Frey, and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is given to you."

What job?

drive?

Frey took the key.

He thought he would monitor suspicious people and track the dangerous tasks of foreign spies. He did not expect to be a driver.

Nick Frey, who wants to make some results, is a little bit tasteless.

"By the way, there are some questions that you need to answer."

The driver took out a note and said according to: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years are the driving age? Whether the technology is good enough? Will the drainage bent?"

Give people driving these years, and learn to drain the drainage canal?

Nick Frey was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

"Detective Frey, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of General Kavir, the technical requirements are very high."

The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.

At this time, the window dropped and revealed a young face.

It is Luke himself.

The corner of his mouth smiled, looking at Nick Frey, who looked like a Sichuan opera, showing the surprise, and whispered: "You don't seem to be very willing, Frey?"

"No, no! Lieutenant General Kavir, I have worked zero in the car repair factory before, not only can I drive, but I am also an old driver!"

Knowing that it was a driver for Superman, the mood of Nick Frey was like a roller coaster, and it was high and low, up and down.

He was full of longing for this job.

The mouth is like a bead gun, spit out a large paragraph: "As for the drainage canal corner ... I haven't tried it for the time being, but if I have this requirement, I can go back to practice for a few days. This should not be a difficult skill!

"

"Then get in the car, Ferri."

Loke beckoned without any presence, and said with a smile: "I want to attend the noon meeting of the Pentagon, I hope you will not let me be late."

Freira opened the door and sat in.

Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, ignite and warm up, start the engine.

Perhaps because of nervousness, the black sedan shivered.

Shake back and forth, sway left and right.

"Sorry, Lieutenant General Kavir, I'm a bit ... nervous!"

The young Frey was sweating, observing Luke's expression through the rearview mirror, and found that the other party was not dissatisfied, and the heart was lax.

"I started to worry about my personal safety -it should be the safety of the body. Ferri agent."

Luke's eyes flickered and said gently.